| Love is an awkward rhyme
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| Spoken poorly all the time
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| Needing that one perfect line
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| To have it all make sense
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| And it’s hard to understand
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| Your doing everything you can
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| To see a format or a plan
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| But you get lost in your own pretense
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| And hours seem like days
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| After confessions and praise
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| When inhibition strays along with thoughts of consequences
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| In a fit of inspiration
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| And too much information
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| With no hesitation to get it of your chest
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| Here I am And as always you
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| And as always you
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| Stray
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| As things start to settle
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| Talk to me on the level
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| You’re a victim and a rebel no matter what you wear
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| You had your soliloquy and now you feel guilty
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| All alone you look silly
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| Real moments are so unfair
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| Here I am And as always you
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| And as always you
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| Stray
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| Here I am And as always you
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| And as always you
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| Stray
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| Some days are meant to be This sign from god you finally see
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| No crucifix starts to bleed you only got your way
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| And perspective’s creeping in But it’s fickle as the wind
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| And you’re proud of all your sins and
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| Everything you’ve got to say
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| No one’s seeing through ya And you don’t care do ya This feeling has immune you
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| You simply walk awayYou wishing end of evolution and counter revolution
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| You feel an absolution and here you want to stay…
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| Here I am And as always you
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| And as always you
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| Stray |